I want a patty melt too !!!! Dripping juice down my arms. Yummy !!!
We have an amazing cheesesteak place here, but it's WAY across town. I may have to go for a scenic drive tomorrow.
Thanks for being in my life, Ms Butterfly !
HUGS
M 19 years, MC for 8 months, DB'd for 8 months 4 kids; 18, 15, 14, & 10 I was never meant to be a doormat. It took me years of therapy to become assertive enough to stop his abuse.
Those are so huge they look like funky brains! I think I'd have to go through a pallet of napkins to get through those. Or maybe share!
What's a Loco Moco.. looks like a lot of stuff piled up on even MORE stuff! I may have had something like that while on in Tacoma.. mebbe.
As far as visitation goes, he hasn't done more than an hour a week since it all started.. whether its one kid, or all three. One hour in total. Very self centered on his part. (I feel bad about saying that.. weird, huh?)
I did my walk in the kiss of shiver morning warmed by the sun on a brilliant blue day. My friend and I walked our two miles talking about life and happenings with just a dash of divorce.
When I returned home, my 72 year old cleaning lady and I tackled the 1000 sq. ft basement that had more crap than content. After 15 large contractor bags of trash and 6 filled for Goodwill, the basement looked.. nice! It even smelled different. Probably unearthing the boys dirty clothes helped alot. We even culled the storage closet and reorganized the oversized pantry which was a huge relief!
While hauling out a 48 quart container I delicately walked around a trash bag carpeting the tile floor to avoid the near occasion of slipping. What I didn't realize was that there was a huge, partially (and irregularly) filled trash bag in the exercise room which was the staging area. Imagine my surprise and shock as I stepped, then slipped on that thick slippery bag, falling up and to the side, crashing into a universal gym, boxes at random angles holding onto the large container the whole time.
I screamed as the shatter, crash, crumple and bang of bags, boxes, loose items careened around me, my ankle bending to the floor, my arm at a weird angle, thinking.. oh crap, I'm gonna break my arm, there goes my ankle. However.. turns out that trash and clutter were my friends. Today I have bragging rights on my bruises which complement my pricker shredded and pummeled shin nicely.
After a soothing hot shower which cleansed the dust and debris, a friend and I carpooled to our daughters swimmeet and had a good time. I don't chatter as much as I used to, no longer feeling the need to fill any silence. I'm much more content to let conversations happen as they will and enjoy what's going around me.
*hugs*
As an aside, while clearing the basement out, whenever I'd come across something of his a single not particularly complimentary word would come out of my mouth. It wasn't said in anger.. more like a little steam escaping. My cleaning lady (who is more of a surrogate mother) later said that if she had a penny for every time I said that word, she'd be a rich woman!
Have I told you how adorable and wonderful you are recently? You are simply amazing and a joy to learn about. *hugs*
Thanks for the thumbs up and tri-zillion calorie bets! I worry about the financial future but figure that less is more.. mebbe. Ahhh.. to toss the clutter, shed the weight and shoo the depression are goals to strive for. Right now I'll be happy with moving forward on the intangible.. being in the right place to make good decisions.
Since my go to cosmo bartender went on to a serious job, I no longer drink them. And with the medication and this silly divorce thingie I've been told NOT TO DRINK, which in many ways makes life very easy (that and not having much of a social life.)
I make a mean Reuben, Monte Cristo and French Dip... all terrible things. Add Spaghetti Carbonara, Lasagne and Sausage Soup and you have an off the wagon Weight Watchers catastrophe waiting to happen!
